It was only just weeks before the Catastrophe that the Portals began to appear. They were lifelines to the doomed.
The lucky could be resettled to another Earth, an Earth of a different timeline. One that was similar, but different.
18 year-old Kevin Johansson is was one of lucky ones who had been selected for resettlement. He was resettled. Once through the portal, he founder that his new home was a society dominated by women.
Strong, aggressive women, who left the housework and childrearing to their more passive, shy males.
In his short orientation her learned that men took a decidedly secondary role in all aspects of society, similar eerily similar to that of American women in the 1950's.
This is a look at several typical days in his new life, as he continues to try to adjust.
Just a few normal Fridays.
***
Jan 15th, Friday Night
Kevin pushed Alice's hands away as they moved downwards, roaming towards his jeans again.
During his orientation, the instructors repeatedly stressed the importance of "proper behavior" and finding a marriage-minded woman. Men here could not vote and could not own property without a wife indicating her approval of the ownership with a signature. A Resettled man who had not found a proper wife by 30 might even find himself shipped somewhere far worse than here.
The technology was far behind "his" Earth, and most Resettled men became typists or waiters.
A lucky few married quickly, often to older, wealthy women.
A few could just never conform and wound up eventually in the Red Light District. Kevin knew with the wrong "reputation," he could quickly lose his meager job, prospects, his apartment, everything.
But his trainers during the orientation never met Alice.
The handsome 22 year old male Resettled pleaded with her, "I can't, what will people say at the office?" But his penis was hard as a rock, straining for release.
Alice was a buxom, confident 30-year old, her thick thighs straining against her skirt and her massive cleavage pulling his eyes downward.
"Come on; don't be a prude just let me take it out for a little while. I just want to see it. I won't tell anyone you let me," the brunette promised, but a sly predatory light shined in her dark eyes.
It was their fourth date, and like the previous dates, the aggressive woman's hands had been roaming from the first round of martinis.
Her forwardness had kept the helpless Kevin in an almost unbearable state of arousal, as well as constantly on the defense.
But even in his inebriated state the younger man remembered his resettlement training and the potential consequences of getting a reputation as "easy" here.
But he also did not want to frustrate her like the previous women who had asked him out and eventually stopped calling. He liked Alice much more than the others, and thought she might eventually want to settle down with him. He could do a lot worse than the tall, buxom lawyer.
"Well, I can't do that, not before marriage. You will get me in trouble." Kevin hesitated, and looked at her concealed disappointment and anger.
As Kevin looked down the deserted hallway of his apartment building and pulled her into a deep shadowed nook. It was past 1am and with roommates he could not bring her inside his small apartment. Looking at her, he whispered, "But it has been a great evening, and I really do like you a lot."
He slid to his knees as she braced herself against the wall, hiking up her skirt and pulling her thong to one side in anticipation. With a practiced grace, she lifted one knee high and placed it on his shoulder, half forcing his young face towards her sex.
And as he slid his face toward to her moistening pussy, he peered upward into her eyes. "Promise that you won't tell anyone. "
With a shy, embarrassed smile the younger man remembered that most women here squirted when they came "Especially don't let anyone know that I swallow."
...
Soon, Alice was bucking through her first orgasm, one hand bracing against the wall, and the other the firmly gripping thick locks of Kevin's hair.
She knew that Kevin was a slut underneath, as much as he tried to hide it.
The 22 year old truly knew his way around a woman's cunt; he seemed to enjoy it a little too much.
On their date, she had several times groped him through his pants, her hand to be brushed away quickly.
She found that he was extremely well hung, but his dick felt a somewhat unnatural to her touch. He had obviously gone in for a cock-job.
"No way would I marry a guy like this," she thought to herself, "but he sure is gives great head."
***
March 20th, Friday evening
It was two months later, and Kevin was very happy with the attention Alice gave him.
It was her birthday and after a pleasant dinner which, to his secret relief, she had insisted on paying for (his typist's salary could never have covered even half the bill for that restaurant); they had drunkenly retired back into the uptown hotel they often secretly frequented.
He knew she liked the modest pin he had given her, but that he would be giving her real present on the bed of the hotel.
Kevin hated anal sex; it was so demeaning to men in this society. Back home it had been different, fun even. But everything had changed.
However, he knew that, like most women here, Alice loved it. From his orientations, he knew many women liked it because it was so demeaning.
Sometimes he thought women here found it erotic because it made them feel even that much more in charge. As if they did not have all the advantages anyway.
But he was sure Alice was not like the others. She was nice, and he had a real shot at something long term with her. He had to be careful not to give the wrong impression.
Alice was so insistent, and the dinner that night had been at quite an expensive restaurant. And it was her birthday.
She whispered in his ear and grasped his ass tellingly, "Come on, Kevin, lets spice things up a little. I'll be gentle."
So he said "Ok", and forced a half smile as he steeled himself.
As was the way here, anal sex always involved the man tonguing his girl's tight anal rim, often more than half an hour.
Sex here was all about her pleasure, and no one cared if it was degrading or unfair to men.
Kevin paused to ask her: "But please don't tell the girls in the locker room, I don't want people thinking I'm loose."
"Of course not." Alice lied.
Later as she gripped his rock-hard cock and positioned it upward towards her tight asshole, Kevin braced his aching jaws.
He had made the mistake of getting a cock-job here, even during orientation they warned against it. Like too many of the Resettled, he deposited the meager seed money he had been given on the expensive surgery on drunken night, then without recourse went ahead with it.
